All Things Animal

Drake loves all things animal. When he was little he would create elaborate traps so that he might procure a squirrel as a pet. He once caught a fly and tied a leash of dental floss around its tiny neck so that the fly could be his companion. He suffered through the nasty bite of a mouse in a loving attempt to feed the fat rodent to a cat.

We finally bought Drake some dogs. His love for his dogs runs deep. When he gets home he calls their names before the door shuts behind him, and they run to him like they've been shot from a cannon and attack him with jumping and licking. Which is why Drake never complains when I ask him to take the dogs on a walk. He gets the leashes, and the dogs jump like popcorn until they are fastened and out the door. He is sometimes gone for hours with them.

Recently I learned that Drake doesn't actually walk very far with them. He walks them to a nearby park and plays with them as if they were toddlers. He takes them down the slide on his lap. He puts them in the swings and pushes them. He can even teeter-totter with them. They vehemently object to the merry-go-round.

   



  Adopting Arrow from the Furry Friends Refuge gave us a good feeling - like we were doing our part by rescuing a homeless animal. However, when I see Drake with his eyes closed in a warm, furry snuggle,  I am not sure which of them was truly rescued.